The first thing she wanted to do was to roam. To find useful herbs for her family, and even to find something pretty -- or better yet, pretty and useful -- to bring home to Novel. It was enough to stretch her cramped limbs and to let her eyes take in the scenery around her, so different from the packlands that she had become a prisoner in. To see her son suddenly at her side only made this day infinitely brighter, and through the surprise that painted her features came a warm smile and a glowing adoration that could be mistaken for nothing else.
The warmth of Psalm against her side was comforting and her mood would only soar higher, like a bird above the clouds; her grin growing with each moment that passed. "Just wandering," she told him honestly, her head tilting to the side to nudge the side of the boy's face as they walked together. "I thought maybe I'd like to find some herbs to bring home to your momma Novel," Ara elaborated for a moment. "And what are you doing today, my sweet?" There had been a noticeable change in her sons, and she watched him proudly, wondering what he might tell her.
